Lyrics:
Imma boss like I'm benson
Put my Foot up in yo ass now I feel like Jimmy henson
Pussy know i keep I mop you know I keep a weapon
It's hard for me to open
by
I stare at the sky like it's anyone else's fault but mine
I'm too young to die
But I'm too tough to swallow the pills that I probably could use
If
that teasing got me dying to eat it
All my haters got me itching to squeeze it
Crazy how I see em move for attention
Smoke a op like a packet of bensons
Okay last time, this is drugs
This is your brain on drugs
Any questions?
Welcome home George Young (RIP McBride)
The real Boston George
It's that
like I flicked a switch and now I'm feeling good (Bounce)
No way to stop it, now you wish that you could (Bounce)
When the weekend comes I know I'll
sure does.
Ooh, hm this is alright.
You mind . . . is it alright if I shut my suitcase off?
Shut it off? ? ?
Ha, ha ha ha.
Do you care for one of these
And it looks like the tides are rising
Board your doors here comes hurricane George
I know we've had a lot of cold winds blowing
Poles are melting from
think Matilda here
This extension is high demand for
This ratchet it's Brazilian hair
Y'all sat him in hot water
Like it stays on a silverware
I blend in
a shot Imma Shoot
You gotta love on me
Like I be loving on you
You gotta love on me
Like I be loving on you
I'm just a freak and I can't help it
Girl be
like a lullaby
That put me to sleep
And I sing it like a pussy that's this deep
KRS is big and scary
I'm that legend, getting cream, legendary
Hear me,
skin color
As an excuse
To get away with abuse
Since it is illegal to hang ‘em from a noose
Now tell me
How we supposed to live in paradise
When the got
of gold, I know my shit is kickin
5th wheel caddies, tilt like yo daddy's
Bitch you pussy poppin, azz bouncin, I wanna grab it, can I have it?
[Chorus (2X)]
twitched
All against they words
Like it’s the fucking shit
I don’t why they all caught up
In they shit
Acting like the men but
They don’t got a dick
Tell me
a man down,
he forgot I call the shots,
no ask me where omah lay,
shhhhhh
I keep it simple,
life is just like a riddle,
the more you think you know
and Hedges 100 with a note from my grandmother
It's something she suffers from arthritis
Hands stuck together, drop down elbows
It looked like baseball,
Ben
Hello Ben, this is Mr. Shaggee. Do you like George Ranch High School?
Ugh, no
Ben
Do you like chemistry class?
No
Hatin' on these raps?
No
get concious minds provoked and ghetto passes revoked
cause we surrounded by the evil, you know that the people's minds
is feeble they believe in it
artistry to be affected by the dough
Who knows
One day maybe I'll be topping charts
But I can tell you even if that is the case
My mindset isn't changing
You know I'm proud to be black y'all
And that's a fact y'all
And if you try to take what's mine
I take it back y'all - it's like that
Likes to judge people in many wrong
Ways i felt judged by many people and
That every time that I judged somebody
They always took offense to it
But I
woman's simple contentment.
It's probably a sunny day, and I think it was.
The birds were chirping,
And I felt like I was dancing on air.
But not very
woman's simple contentment.
It's probably a sunny day, and I think it was.
The birds were chirping,
And I felt like I was dancing on air.
But not very
Benson home and I smoked through the sorrow
If I could just avoid me mum maybe I'll tell her tomorrow
I stumbled through the door and said "Mum, it's
in the streets by the hands of police
I can’t even tell you what is scarier
They sworn to protect but they leave my kind deceased
And It’s crazy we
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